I recently got into an argument with a now exgf about my priorities.
At one point, I said something along the lines of , “I’m not your project. I just want to skate. Also stop filling my fridge with your fancy bullshit. I don’t want quinoa or pesto in my house. I just want plain chicken. I just want to skate.”
…so, now single doctor here with sweet boards and a 911s for when I’m out of charge or it rains.
See attached photos for the general disarray my place trends to during builds and tinkering. I apologize to no one. I have no regrets.
I just imagine you screaming like the suicidal tendencies but instead of only wanting a fucking pepsi,you just wanted to skate? Did she by chance call your hobby a never ending money pit or is that just my wife
She is a CPA, on a nonstop quest to get me to set up a LLC and make some kinda shop a write off my skate expenses. She calls the car a money pit. I call it freedom.
Yikes! never date or marry an accountant. They definitely view your life like an effing tax form. my sister-in-law is one. Always giving unwanted financial advice that take the joy out of life.
It’s the crop that’s destroying more forests and wild animal’s natural habitats every year because of the rising demand for farmland for it by vegans who want to feel good about themselves for eating “organic” (ha!) and not eating animals. Same goes for tofu. Go figure.
Medicine. I gave up my 20s to listen to people complain professionally. Relevant only because outside of work, I’m on my own schedule (or lack there of).
Where his whole house was garage 
